What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

As I moved, the middle-aged man who had just given the orders also came out of the woods.

I glanced at him.

The man was probably around fifty years old, wearing a dark gray jacket, with a square face and deep frown lines between his eyebrows.

He carried no weapons, but his steps were extremely steady, and he landed silently, clearly indicating that he had a very deep foundation in internal martial arts.

It's not hard to guess that this must be the newly transferred acting director of the Jiangcheng branch.

He walked to the headless corpse of the living dragon, squatted down, picked up a tuft of purple hair with his specially gloved hand, smelled it, and his brows instantly furrowed into a knot.

"The purple hair has hardened, and the corpse's energy has condensed... This is something that has been nurtured in an extremely yin and evil cave for many years."

Judging by its appearance, it's not far from being a flying zombie.

The acting director stood up, turned his gaze to me, and his eyes held not only scrutiny but also a deep sense of gravity.

"Chen Yang...Advisor Chen, did you kill this thing all by yourself?"

I nodded and pointed to the pile of mangled flesh torn apart by the living dragon corpse not far away:

"That pile of rotten flesh belonged to a feng shui master named Yan Kuan."

According to his account, the incident in Zhoujia Village was something he, along with two of his men and an old man who made paper figures, orchestrated.

After I killed him, I had just dug Zhou Ming out of his grave when this zombie came back to life.

I had no choice but to tough it out.

As for how this living dragon corpse came to be, and what they want to do, I have no idea.

The specific details will require you to investigate.

As the acting director listened to my story, his face grew increasingly grim.

He walked over to Yan Kuan's pile of remains, glanced at it, then turned to Fang He and ordered:

"Fang He, take some men to collect these body parts, extract DNA and residual spiritual energy fluctuations, and compare them with Yan Kuan's identity in the database back at the bureau."

This level of feng shui sorcerer is definitely not an unknown figure. We need to find out if there are any other forces behind him.

In addition, notify the technical department to bring up the sealing jars to separately contain the remains and head of this living dragon corpse.

The corpse poison from this thing is too potent; it cannot be left in place to pollute the earth's veins.

"Yes, Director Song!"

Fang He immediately stood at attention and saluted, then turned to arrange manpower.

After arranging things on site, Acting Director Song walked up to me, looked at my still bleeding shoulder, and his tone softened considerably:

"Consultant Chen, we are so grateful that you arrived in time this time."

Otherwise, not only would Zhou Ming's life be in danger, but if this living dragon corpse were to rush down the mountain, the dozens of people in Zhoujia Village would likely all perish.

I will report this achievement truthfully.

Director Lu just called me from Longhu Mountain to specifically instruct me to ensure your safety.

It now appears that Consultant Chen's abilities far exceed the bureau's assessment.

"You're too kind, Director. I was just doing my duty as a servant."

I smiled gently, but the movement aggravated my wound, causing my lips to twitch in pain.

"Zhao Tie!" Director Song called out as he turned around.

Zhao Tie was watching the medical team lift Zhou Ming onto a specially made shockproof stretcher when he heard the shouts and quickly ran over.

"Director's instructions."

"Take two brothers and escort Consultant Chen and Zhou Ming down the mountain immediately. The ambulance is already waiting at the village entrance."

Go straight back to the bureau's internal hospital, arrange for the best doctor, and use top-grade wound medicine.

Director Song gave the instructions.

"clear!"

Zhao Tie nodded, walked to my side, and stretched out his thick arm.

"Consultant Chen, let me help you."

"I don't need a stretcher, I can still walk."

I waved my hand, refusing the stretcher offered by the medical team.

I sheathed the scalpel in my sleeve and placed it close to my body.

The black bone needle used to stitch up the three souls of the living dragon corpse was retrieved by me with my mind the instant the battle ended.

It's lying quietly in my inner pocket now, though its luster has dimmed considerably.

With Zhao Tie's help, I stumbled down the mountain path, my steps uneven.

A night breeze blew by, bringing a refreshing coolness.

The malevolent energy within me is slowly subsiding, but the throbbing pain from my wounds has not stopped for a moment.

After walking for about twenty minutes, we arrived at the foot of the mountain.

Outside the ancestral hall in Zhoujia Village, vehicles with flashing red and blue police lights were parked everywhere.

The villagers have been properly accommodated by the special task force and are now isolated in a safe area.

As we walked toward the ambulance parked by the roadside, I noticed several heavily armed officers standing next to two escort vehicles.

And between them, two people were squatting.

One of them was that burly man, Iron Man.

He no longer possessed the ferocity he had shown when he swung the black iron rod at me on the mountain. His hands and feet were tightly bound by a specially made steel chain engraved with runes.

The faint light flowing on the chains clearly had a strong suppressive effect, completely preventing him from using his proud external martial arts skills.

He was shirtless at the time, with several obvious burns and gunshot wounds on his body, clearly indicating that he had suffered a lot during his escape.

The other one was the woman wearing a high-slit cheongsam.

Her condition wasn't much better; her hands were also handcuffed behind her back with spirit locks.

There was also a yellow talisman that I didn't recognize stuck on his forehead.

Hearing our footsteps, the two men instinctively looked up.

When they saw me being supported by Zhao Tie, their pupils suddenly contracted.

His face showed extreme fear, as if he had seen a ghost.

Looking at the two people in front of me, I raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

I thought the two had already run away, but I never expected to run into them here.

Judging from the situation, he was probably caught by the folk customs bureau as soon as he ran down the mountain.

I stopped and looked at the two disheveled evil cultivators. His voice sounded remarkably calm in the night breeze:

"They ran pretty fast. It's a pity the roads in Jiangcheng are difficult to travel."

After I finished speaking, I ignored them.

With Zhao Tie's help, I climbed into the back of the ambulance.

Inside the carriage, Zhou Ming was already strapped to life support equipment, and the beeping of various instruments sounded somewhat urgent.

I found a seat on the side and sat down. The medical staff immediately came over and began to clean the corpse poison on my shoulder with a special medicine.

"Consultant Chen, it might hurt a little, please bear with it."

The medical staff carefully spoke, holding the tweezers.

"It's okay, go ahead and do it."

I closed my eyes and rested my head against the cold metal wall of the carriage.

The ambulance engine emitted a low roar as it slowly drove away from Zhoujia Village, speeding towards Jiangcheng City.

I felt the bumps and jolts of the vehicle and focused my mind on my body.

Although this battle completely depleted the evil energy within me, under the extreme pressure of being on the verge of life and death, I found that the evil energy within me seemed to have become even purer.

More importantly, during the process of stitching together the three souls of the living dragon corpse, the black bone needle seemed to have absorbed a trace of extremely pure earth vein yin energy and corpse energy.

This may be an unexpected benefit for my subsequent bone-nourishing acupuncture treatments.